The Morning After...

I woke up by Dylan and didn't remember anything from last night. I sat up, and my head was pounding. God, I will never drink again. I thought as I groaned and held my head in my hands. "It hurts." I grumbled, and I saw Dylan wake up. He smiled at me.
"Good morning. Do you remember last night?" He said, and I looked at him. I slowly shook my head, and he looked torn between hating, being sad, and feeling happy. I went to the bathroom to drink some faucet water and pee. I walked to Dylan, and he was out of bed. My head hurt, and the light was burning my eyes. He smiled at me. "How do you feel?" He asked, and I gave him the death look.
"Like utter hell. I am never going to drink again. I don't get why I even did in the first place. Dylan, never talk me into doing that again, okay?" I asked, and he laughed.
"You really can't handle your liquor." He winked, and I slapped him. He smiled and flicked my nose. "You crazy b*****d." He teased, and I stuck my tongue out at him. He smiled.